The Chapters Of Life And Love

Chapter 2: Dream Of An Adult

4 years go by, I'm now currently at the age of 4. I've learned how to walk, talk, run, crawl and all the other stuff a kid can do. My parents are thing If I should go to kindergarten, I wonder what that is, beats me.

Mom and Dad have been working a lot lately but they always have time for me, It was nice while It lasted. Dad would play with me everyday. He would always teach me games such as basketball and soccer and we would play all day long.

My mom on the other hand, would spend time with me anywhere and we would just talk about anything. I enjoy mom's company, she tells me a lot of stories about her past and other stuff.

One time I was grossed out on how lovey-dovey Dad is with mom before they had me. They make a pretty great couple if you ask me but great isn't enough for a couple that could last forever.

Oh how I hope forever do exist. If only we could live forever, no one would be hurt but then again everyone of us will be cursed.

Getting carried away now haha let's get back to my childhood. They decided to enter me in kindergarten. There were a lot of adults and kids like me but I wasn't afraid, infact I was actually excited!

Dad said something about "friends" and he thinks that I will find one in kindergarten. I do hope so to find one but light always has a shadow.

As I enter the room in kindergarten, it was very noisy but It looked fun. A lot of kids are playing with toys and blocks. Some are laughing and there are some who are crying. There are also a bunch of adults but they were just murmuring some stuff but they could be heard clearly.

"These little rascals are living the life are they?"

"Yeah, oh how I dream to be a kid forever"

That's what they said. I didn't understand before but now I do but being a kid is tiresome too you know.

Anyways, I didn't make any friends at the kindergarten on that day, I just played by myself. It didn't bother me because I like being alone but I felt left out.

It was a feeling that I didn't know yet, it was a bad feeling. I was a strong boy but of course I still felt like crying because I was lonely. I wanted someone to give me some attention or talk with me.

The day passes and I get to to home, I was relieved that I can go home, It was tiring. Many will ask "What was tiring?" Well not playing but being alone. Sometimes you need someone in life and everything will be okay.

My parents pick me up and they notice that I was bothered. They ask me and I just say "I'm fine just tired". I wasn't fine but I thought I just needed some rest.

We got home and we eat, It was nice having mom and dad's company again. After dinner, I immediately went to bed to finally get some shut eye.

I don't really understand why people want to live life as a kid or dream to be. Being a kid is hard too. But of course harder things come that's why people why overshadow the fact that being a kid is not easy.

                                                Sincerely,
Kareem